Post by hrsegrl on May 18, 2008 20:26:30 GMT -5
That interview had been more like an interrogation on so many levels. Not only was she not good enough, but she had all the wrong ideas in her head about what dragons wanted in a life mate. To top it all off, she was supposed to sleep with some random rider in order to impress. Laszreen was fuming inwardly. Her cold, dark eyes flashing up at people who dared look her way.
She could handle the woman not liking her, after all most people disliked her. Laszreen couldn't handle being told what to do like a little child. She had been fully capable of taking care of herself for some time now. That woman sure knew how to press buttons.
What she needed was some advice. Should she go and find someone to help her, maybe Larissa. The girl was a good listener at least. J'var was not the person she should talk to about this sexual stuff. He probably thought that it would be perfectly normal. Normal! These people sure had a way of making purity seem like a bad habit. At least she wasn't a Goldriding slut! Her mental state was obviously past that of reason and logic.
Laszreen's strides were as long as they could be as she waslked brisquely out of the Queen's weyrs. That woman ought to be taught a lesson on how to deal with Holders, really! She looked down at her hands, worn out from stabbing needles through fabrics and trying to do rough chores that she had never had to do. She had finally gotten calluses on her hands. The dress she was wearing chaffed a lot when she walked and caused her to miss the life of a lady even more so. This was the first time since she came here that she really wanted to go home.
She could handle the woman not liking her, after all most people disliked her. Laszreen couldn't handle being told what to do like a little child. She had been fully capable of taking care of herself for some time now. That woman sure knew how to press buttons.
What she needed was some advice. Should she go and find someone to help her, maybe Larissa. The girl was a good listener at least. J'var was not the person she should talk to about this sexual stuff. He probably thought that it would be perfectly normal. Normal! These people sure had a way of making purity seem like a bad habit. At least she wasn't a Goldriding slut! Her mental state was obviously past that of reason and logic.
Laszreen's strides were as long as they could be as she waslked brisquely out of the Queen's weyrs. That woman ought to be taught a lesson on how to deal with Holders, really! She looked down at her hands, worn out from stabbing needles through fabrics and trying to do rough chores that she had never had to do. She had finally gotten calluses on her hands. The dress she was wearing chaffed a lot when she walked and caused her to miss the life of a lady even more so. This was the first time since she came here that she really wanted to go home.
